Chapter 5

CHAPTER 5: KNOWING

“Kat!? Katara!!” Samuel howled, shaking her shoulders gently. “Oh God, what's happening to her!?”
“The poison's killing her.” Alex said, rummaging through the pantry hurriedly. “Damn! Can't find the freaking-here!” she ran back into the room, mashing dried leaves into a paste in a small bowl, mixing it with water. He looked at her hopefully, “Will that-?”
“Yes..but I'm not sure for how long..damn it I wish I was a better healer.”
“You're fine. Don't worry about it.” he looked at Katara, his eyes soft. He touched her forehead, thick with sweat. She moaned, stiffening, then relaxing slowly. She mumbled something, before slipping into the dark that consumed her.
“What's that ganna do?” he asked softly, his eyes still on Kat.
“Well, I'm working blindly..I have to only treat the symptoms..no one's ever survived this long..so I'm not sure exactly what's happening to her.”
Sammy looked worried, staring at her, eyes wide.
“What if you treat the wrong thing?”
“I won't.” she mumbled, then louder, “Tilt up her head; help me feed this to her.”
He did as he was told, slipping his hand to the back of her head, holding it gently and lifting it up. Her jaw fell open in the action, gaping blindly at nothing. Alex dished the powder out into her mouth.
“That'll find whatever's bleeding inside her..then I'll go from there.”
He cocked a brow, looking at her, “Meaning?”
She sighed, looking at him with disbelief and annoyance. “What do healers do, idiot?” she snapped. Sammy glared at her, rolling his eyes, then looked back at Kat.
“How long will it take?”
“Depends.”
“On what!?” He snarled, turning to look at her.
She smirked, “You seem annoyed.”
“This is her freaking life on the line! And you won't tell me anything I need to know! No wonder I'm annoyed!!”
She rolled her eyes, “You are in deep, Sammuel. I feel bad for you. Cause she'll never-”
Sammy's glare cut her off and she shrugged. He turned back to Kat, who had started up a coughing fit again. Her chest jerked back and forth, blood spilling across her lips, splattering across his face, his shirt and hers. Slowly her mouth started to fill with blood.
“Oh my God!” Alex yelped, “What are you doing!? She's killing herself!!”
Sammuel snapped to attention, gripping her head and lifting her up, the blood pouring onto her shirt, her legs. Tears were stinging in his eyes; don't leave me. Please, Kat..don't leave me..
Alex suddenly shoved Sammuel out of the way, gripping the back of Kat's head, placin a bowl under her mouth, her other hand on Kat's stomach. She took a shaky breath, then closed her eyes. They screamed at the same time, Alex pulling away suddenly. The bowl clattered to the ground, Kat falling limply on the ground, a sickening sound of bone against stone ringing in all their ears. Blood pooled around her. Alex was holding her hand and gasping for breath, staring at horror at Kat. Sammy running to Kat's side and lifting her into his lap.
“What the hell!?” he growled, his eyes narrowed as they fixed on Alex's face. She continued to gasp, and didn't say anything. She fell to her knees, bowing her head and intwining her fingers. She whispered frantically.
“What are you doing!? What's going on! She's dying! Heal her!”
Alex didn't lift her head.
Kat started to grow still.
Realization dawned on him.
“No..oh God..no.”
“...Do not let the wicked go unpunished...and heal those who have grown sick..”
“Save her! Why can't you save her!”
“Her heart is too weak.”
His face fell, all thoughts washed away. Alex looked up to Kat, her eyes pained. “She doesn't have the will to live for much longer. Say what you have to say to her, Sammuel. The poison's already made it to her heart. She's basically gone now.” she looked at his face, swallowing, touching his hand. “I'm so sorry...there's nothing I can do.”
“No.” he gasped. His world came wheeling to a stop, and he lifted the still Kat so her head was under his chin. He held her close, closing his eyes, his shoulders shaking. Alex got up slowly, walking away silently.
“I'm so sorry.” he whispered, his fingers stroking her hair. “I wish this didn't happen to you..I'm so sorry.”
A shadow fell upon him, a dark figure at the corner of his eye. He paused, looking over at it. A long cloak shielded all of the figure's skin, a hood casting the face in an eclipse.
“I can save her.” said the dark, deep voice. The stolid tone, giving nothing of his intentions.
“Who are you!?” Sammy demanded, holding Kat protectively as if she still needed it.
“A doctor. She's dying. Any longer you delay she'll be too far gone to be healed.”
He looked at Kat in his arms, his eyes worried, concerned, suspicious. He nodded slowly, “Please.”
The cloak knelt next to them, a sleeve digging into the insides of it's dark depths under the folds of fabric, then pulled out a small vile, lifted her pant leg to see the wound, then poured the contents onto it. Smoke rose, smell of burning skin hanging in the air, the wound starting to knit together. He stared at it, his mouth dropping open.
“Oh my God...how did you-”
“It will take a few days for her to heal completely. Take care of her.”
Sammy looked at him, his brow furrowed. “How did you know where the gun wound was?”
The figure turned the black hood towards him, then was gone. Sammuel blinked, staring at the empty air the shadow was just kneeling in. Kat coughed once again, but this time he was relieved. It was a sign of life.


She woke as if she were being roused in the middle of the night after only a few hours of sleep. Her head was fuzzy and she continuously fell into sleep before being jolted away by the slightest change in her surroundings; someone moving upstairs, someone speaking in whispers, someone closing the blinds. She didn't know what she had gotten herself into-she couldn't remember why she was here, or why her leg was covered in dried blood. She couldn't remember any of that. She also couldn't remember why she felt like she had just thrown up.
She sat up slowly, her head spinning, her body swaying in the effort. A hand touched her back, and another her collar bone.
“Easy,” a female voice said, warning her. Katara finally roused enough energy to send her senses out, the slight vibrations going up through the body before her and being sent out to be able to 'see' the room around her. The girl before her was a healer (the one that had survived, perhaps?). She wasn't much older than Kat and sat worried next to her, supporting Kat's weight in her hands as she sat up. Kat smiled faintly, “Hi.” her voice was hoarser than she had expected, her throat so dry that it felt as if a desert had made it's home there. She imagined a lizard crawling out of her throat and shivered, pushing the thought away.
“Water.” she asked, sticking to one word each time she spoke. The pain of speaking was unbearable. The girl nodded, then stood, hesitating, then walking out of Kat's sense of range. She wasn't strong enough to see out of the room yet, and even that was a stretch. She felt a form enter the room, the build of the person and the walk familiar. A smile split her face. “Sammy?” she croaked.
“Hey.” he said softly, coming to her side. He sat next to her, his head tilted so that she guessed he was looking at the floor, and fidgeted with his hands. She stopped herself from inquiring-after all, she shouldn't be able to know what he was doing. She leaned back against the couch again, laying on her side so that she faced him. “What..happened?” she asked in a tiny voice, wincing at the pain. Where was that water?
“You uh..don't remember anything?”
The muscles in his mouth twitching before finishing the sentence told her he was going to say something else, but she kept her mouth shut, shaking her head instead. She tapped her throat and rasped, “Hurts.”
He smiled faintly, “But do you?”
She nodded, and made a motion with her hand to say “kinda”. As she moved her hand again the vibrations went up through his chest, his lungs heaving a silent release of breath and he shrugged, rubbing his forehead. There was somethings he didn't want to tell her if she couldn't remember. She made some motions with her hand-the few words she knew in sign language.
“What is it?” she signed. He wasn't looking but the motion caught his eye. He asked her to say it again. She repeated it, “What's wrong?” Being her closet friend he had learned how to understand her in this state. He shook his head, “Nothing. Don't worry bout it. Can you sign what you remember?” His voice betrayed his feelings. Something was definitely wrong. She let out a groan, wishing a moment later that she hadn't. Where was that water!?
“No,” she signed, “Too many..” she paused to think, then finished, “Words.”
He nodded, glancing away from her. She rubbed her temples, swinging her legs over the couch. If the water wasn't coming to her, she was going to it. Sammy looked shocked, standing quickly.
“Kat, I don't think that's such a-”
She waved him away, shaking her head. “Fine.” she murmured, pushing herself up. The world spun wildly, and her erratic steps gave her only glimpses of the room. A couch to her right, table to her left, and-what the hell is that!?
“Kat-wait!” But it was too late. Her foot went into some sort of liquid, still slightly warm. She jumped back and stumbled onto the table, glass cracking under her sudden weight. Wasn't that just great? Luckily she managed to stay pretty safe, Sammy gripping her wrist before she fell to hard on the table and whipped her back up.
“What was that!?” she hurriedly signed, facing him.
“Um..soup.”
If she could, she'd blink in confusion.
“Soup?” she breathed, not knowing the word in sign language.
“Yes. Soup. Sit back down and I'll clean it off your foot.”
“Ohmygod did she just-” gasped a voice just out of the room.
“Step into the soup? Yeah. She did. Sorry bout that. She's blind and all.”
Kat tried not to snarl at him. She hated when he said that. She sat nonetheless, however, pointing sightly off to the side of the table and a bit too low.
“Crack.” she whispered.
“Oh. Right, sorry bout that, Alex. She kinda broke your table.”
Alex, the healer, at last stepped into the room with the glass of water. Her tense muscles, clenched jaw, and increased pulse told Kat she wasn't to pleased. But hey, she thought smugly to herself, she was blind after all.
Alex walked to Kat's side and jammed the cup into her hand so that a few drops hit Kat's stomach, drenching it. As she breathed her thanks, she found the shirt somewhat stiff and unwilling to move. She reached to the side and a bit too high of Sammy, feeling out for him even though she knew exactly where he was. He touched her hand, “Yes?”
She signed, “What is this?” and touched her shirt. Something stained her hand when she did so and she raised it to her nose and sniffed it.
She would know that smell anywhere.
Blood.
Speaking of which..the smell of blood was everywhere. Overwhelming, even. How could she have not noticed it before? It's all over her, in that strange bowl-
She went tense.
She took a gulp of water as Alex and Sammy were mouthing things like, “What can was say?” “I dunno, you decide!” “I ain't some specialist on this! You are!” “I'm not her friend!”
“I stepped in blood!?” she hollered out with her knew found voice. Her voice was wild, making up for the lack of wild eyes. Both of them froze.
“Uh..” they said in unison, glancing at each other.
“Who's is it!?” She demanded, taking another great gulp to keep her throat from being dry.
“Um..” the two said, becoming nervous.
“Who's. Is. It!?” she growled, crossing her arms.
“Oh, to hell with it!” Alex cried, throwing up her arms. Sammy waved his hands, trying to tell her to stop it. Alex ignored him, “It's yours. You've thrown it up and have been bleeding all over my couch.”
Kat shot her a wannabe glare. “Well, I'm terribly sorry to intrude. Would you have rather me bleed all over your carpet? Oh, no, I don't think you'd like that at all. Maybe outside, if that'd convenience you better.”
Alex scowled, “At least I didn't let you die!”
“Yeah? Well I hope I didn't get your hands bloody.” she hissed back. She gulped her water again, draining it.
Sammy rubbed his forehead, cutting Alex off quickly, “Alright. That's enough. Kat, she did save you.”
She grumbled something dark under her breath and lay back on the bed. After a sigh, she finally apologized.
“I'm sorry. I've got a killer headache. And I'm obviously low on blood. Dunno if that affects me at all though.” she shrugged and rubbed her temple. What she wouldn't say is that she actually was lying. She just knew too much bout the girl than anyone should.
Sammy leaned forward and touched Kat's foot gently with a cloth, causing her to flinch, not expecting to be touched. He smiled kindly, “Sorry, just washing your foot.”
She relaxed slowly, nodding. “Alright. Thanks.”
Alex leaned against the table's legs, the glass glistening with new found divisions. Then the door flew open and someone shouted for Alex. Her face went white. There was a stumble and Sammy stopped rubbing the blood off Kat's foot. He instead stared at the door that was somewhere out of Kat's sight.
“Dhamnvigs drewmeh owt..again.” mumbled a deep voice. Kat sucked in a breath and extended her senses, the vibrations exiting the room with a flick of her wrist, crawling up the man who couldn't stand steady. A glass bottle was clenched in his hand, liquids swashing around loudly enough a deaf person could even make it out. Her face distorted with disgust when she found he wore no shirt, he was unshaven, and his posture was aggressive. She suddenly took back everything she had thought and said about Alex.
“Dad. Have you been drinking?”
“Nohnofyer business!” he howled, stumbling into the room they all sat in. He took a drink and pointed with the bottle to Sammy and Kat.
“Who'stis den?”
“Kids from school dad.” Alex's heart rate had increased drastically, her hands fidgeting in her lap. “They, um..came over to uh..help me with homework.”
“Oh?” he took another drink. “Teh tablez'roken.” he slurred. It was a miracle Alex could make out his words, Kat had the strain just to make out half.
“Um..yes-”
“Wuzant dahquestion! Who'rokeit!?”
Alex was stuck in her silence, trying to work up enough courage to face her father, when Kat spoke up, standing up and positioning herself squarely before him.
“I did, sir.”
He took another drink, “Diyounow? A perttywiddle dingwikeyou? Whazdat alloweryershirt?”
Damn, she cursed bitterly to herself.
“Paint, sir.” she said quickly, barely catching his words as Alex looked up at her in shock.
“You'rokemhy taublewhie?” Another drink. The liquid was almost gone. “Andwhazatoveryour eyes, gerl? Taukeit oph.”
“I did not mean to break it,” she said after a pause to understand him. “And I cannot take it off, Mr...?”
“Mstr.Gahnawheatyer-”
“Dad?”
“Wot!?” he howled, turning to face her. Kat stiffened; he was getting more and more aggressive.
“Can I talk to you?”
He scowled, turning and striding out of the room. Alex stood and walked after him, fidgeting again. Screams and shouts came from the other room and Kat struggled to sit down and send out her senses that far. Sammy touched her hand, “Why'd you do that?”
She didn't answer, to intent in trying to make out the two in the room a few doors down were saying. Then a hand hit a cheek and a young, teenage girl fell to the floor. Kat shot up, walking to the door and pulling it open.
“Bathroom?” she asked, and if she had eyes they would be narrowed angrily at her 'father'. Not much of a father she thought. The man threw the bottle at her and she ducked under it expertly. She was able to tell by his stance, his shift in weight, where he was going to throw it. His eyes widened, “Howtehhell-!?”
“Does your daughter not go to a school for specials?”
He shot Alex a meaningful glare, “HOWDAWRE YO-”
“Mom has me go!” she cried out quickly, shielding her face as a blow was to come down on her. His hand caught suddenly on fire. The man let out a less-than-fatherly scream and held his hand, trying to blow it out. Sammy now stood next to Kat, shaking his head.
“You are not much of a father. You hit your own daughter?”
“Sheh dehservesit! Nohw gehowtove familyahffhairs!” he hollered, swinging to hit Sammy. Sammy gripped his fist and shook his head, holding his hands behind his back and holding a phone to the father's ear.
“Get all that, officer?” Sammy asked.
“Yes, sir. We'll be right down.”
Click.
Sammy cocked an eyebrow at the man who started to shout and yell, thrashing about.
“Ghetophmeh youdahmned bohy!”
Kat kneeled next to Alex as she began to heal her own wounds. Kat touched her cheek softly, “I'm so sorry. How long has this gone on?”
“Since the divorce.” she replied just above a whisper.
“How long ago was that?”
Alex hesitated, tears starting to flow down her cheeks. “F-four y-years ag-go.” Then full out sobbing. Kat embraced her tightly, rubbing her back gently, “Shh..shh..everything will be alright now. Don't you worry. Everything will be better. Did your mother know?”
“I n-never t-told her...he-he said he'd hurt h-her t-too.”
Kat smiled sadly, nodding. “Alright. Alright, shh. Don't you worry about it. Things'll get better.”
Sirens came into ear-shot and the father broke out of Sammy's strong grip, and ran out. Alex cried harder, and Kat shouted, “Watch him, Sammy! Keep the phone with you!”
He nodded and ran out.
Kat hugged Alex tighter, “See? Everything will be fine.”
She nodded and slowly stopped crying, smiling at Kat. “T-thanks. How d-did you know we were h-here?”
Kat paused, then answered quickly, “My hearing's better than most.” She smiled and Alex accepted the response.
“Thank y-you. That was very kind..and brave,” she added.
Then a shot rang through the silence that followed. Alex's father, later named as a John, was shot in the arm. He laid in his own blood spiked with alcohol for minutes before the police found him.
He was dead within seconds.

Chapter 4

CHAPTER 4: CHANCE

She could hear herself screaming. But was it real? Or was it her imagining things again? Katara's throat was sore from the scream, but she couldn't stop it. There was a burning pain raging through her body, ripping apart her throat, her lungs, her leg. She could feel herself fall back and slipped into the darkness again. Her mother came into her view. Or was it a vision? Her mother held her hand out to her, smiling.
“Come along dear. Time to see the doctor.”
It was one of her routine trips to the doctor. Katara watched silently as she, three years old, took her mother's hand and was lead through a small hallway of her house. Her father was in the car, feet up, looking about to fall asleep. Katara grinned, running up to his open door and shook his arm.
“Wake up daddy! Wake up!”
Her dad smiled, looking at her tiredly. He yawned, then motioned to the back seat. “Alright, alright, I'm up. Get in the back seat...sweetheart.”
That word always seemed tacked on. She hadn't noticed that before. She followed herself to the car, sitting in the back as her younger form got in the small car seat, her mother buckling her in, then her father driving off as her mother sat in front with him.
“Are they going the check my eyes again?” young Katara asked, fumbling with a small toy in her hands. Her mother glanced at her father, then nodded, “Yep.”
“What about this time?”
“Just to see if they're okay.”
She nodded, not looking up from the small toy she was holding. They pulled out of the driveway, then stopped, being parked in the doctors parking lot. Katara looked around, the house gone, now surrounded by the city, tall buildings of cement. She blinked, then stood in a hallway, watching herself as a young girl of three being lead through a pair of large doors. She followed herself in, her parents sitting in the chairs on either side of the large table-like bed. Katara watched as she was lifted up onto the table, looking around the room.
“Lay down dear, the doctor will be in soon.”
Young Katara nodded, laying back and handing the small toy to her mother. Her mother sighed, taking the toy and putting it in her purse. The doctor came in, smiling at young Katara.
“Hello, Kat.”
She smiled, “Hey Dr. Vain.”
“How are those eyes of yours?”
“Good!”
“Well, we'll make sure. Close your eyes.”
Everything went black. When she woke again, the room was still black. She groaned, “Mom?”
There was a sobbing sound, “Oh Katara..I'm so..I'm so sorry.”
“What?”
“The doctors..they..your eyes..they don't work.”
She could feel her shoulders slump. “No,” she breathed. “Oh God no.”
Everything had changed. She was no longer watching her memory, she was inside it. She was in her small body, but with the same mind.
“I'm sorry sweetie,” her father spoke up. “I'm sorry.”
She threw her hand out, waving it where her eyes should be. “T-turn on the light.”
“The light's on, sweetheart.” her mother said in a soft voice.
“No it's not! No, it's not! It's not on! What are you saying!?”
A hand touched her shoulder, “Dr. Vain..he said he's sorry..that this has happened to you..he doesn't know what went wrong.”
“You see, sweetheart..you are-were dyslexic. You read things upside down..we were going to fix you.”
Kat could feel her shoulders shake with tears, “No..no!”
“Hey.” her mother's voice.
“Hey.” her father's voice.
“Hey.” Dr. Vain's voice.
“HEY!”
She jolted awake, sitting up, then groaning, rubbing her temples. The sash. It was off.
“Hey,” it was a girl's voice, and Katara touched the couch with her hand, vibrations too small to feel being sent across the room and through the girl before her. She was concerned, and held Kat's sash in her hand.
“Here,” she handed the sash to her, placing it in her hand. Katara closed her hand, then lifted it around her face, tying it around her eyes.
“Who took off the sash?” she asked, looking at the girl.
“Um..Samuel did..you were sweating..and-”
“You can't take it off. It might damage my eyes. They're still healing.” Kat looked around the room, sending more vibrations by shifting her weight slightly. The house was an new one. Pretty expensive. Large double doors, two floors, and a large kitchen and living room. Which is where she was now.
“You're in my house, don't worry.”
“Mmhmm.” she responded, unconvinced. Suddenly she felt dizzy, felt her stomach lurch, and turned to face away from her, spilling her stomach. The girl across from her started freaking out, Kat monitoring her. Her back arched, throwing up again. Samuel came into the room, having left before the revealing of what hid behind the cloth, and from the shift in his weight, his increased heart beat, he was freaking out too. He ran to her side, pulling her hair back.
“I thought we said we were going-”
“We can't..it um..could damage her eyes.” Her heart rate increased too, but it wasn't from her throwing up. Kat would've asked, but when she opened her mouth, liquid spilled out. Her head started swimming.
“Kat! Oh my God, you're throwing up blood!”
“And..that's a lot..” the girl's voice was low, staring at her with worry, and a strange fascination. She shook her head, snapping out of it. “Get her a bowl!” she got up, then ran to the kitchen, rummaging through cupboards till she lifted a small bottle in her hands and ran back out. Samuel held Kat's hair back, holding a bowl before her as her back arched, blood pooling from her mouth.
“What's happening to her!?”
“That bullet..you know what it was?”
“No.”
The girl came next to her, untwisting the cap of the bottle. “I didn't know it before..but..it was the same kind used at the school killing.” they exchanged glances, then looked down at her. Kat's face was pale.
I'm going to die? Oh God..
“How is she still alive!?”
“I don't know.” the girl gripped Kat's chin, forcing it back. She nearly choked on the blood, coughing. The girl poured a strange liquid into Katara's mouth, her body being racked by violent shakes. She pulled away, swallowing, then screaming in pain. At least the blood stopped pouring from her mouth. Sammy touched her shoulder, “Kat..it's alright..hang on..it's going to be alright.” Everything started going fuzzy. She felt herself sway, then collapse against the couch again. She cried out, then fell silent. Her breath slowed and she slipped away once more.

She leaned against the truck of her news van, sipping her coffee. A man came around from the back, looking irritated. “The boss is pretty mad you did that on live t.v.” Jess shrugged, “So what? That poor girl's being harassed by every news crew in like, the entire world. Give her a break.”
“We could've after we were done interviewing her!”
“Yeah? Do I look like I care?” she rolled her eyes, turning and walking around the van, leaving her camera man cursing bitterly. She walked inside the building, a few glancing at her with anger and admiration. She smiled faintly at each of them. A man came up, walking besides her.
“What's the dig?”
“Well, Jess...so far no one can figure this out..she's alive by playing dead in a place full of dead bodies..we understand that..but how the guy got out without being caught by cameras or breaking a window. The girl's not telling us everything.”
“And?”
“And this school's out in the middle of nowhere. The campus is private and is always watched day and night. If he did get out he should've been spotted by one of them.”
“But he wasn't.”
“Right..so that means he could be anywhere.”
She nodded, “Alright. I can head out there tomorrow.” she walked into her small cubicle, looking at the papers on her desk.
“Actually..the boss wants you there today.”
She looked at him, incredulous. “What?”
“Yes..it appears he wants you to make up for-”
She sighed, shaking her head. “Fine. Go tell Jeff.”
He nodded and ran out. Jess moaned, rolling her eyes. “Sounds fun. Can't wait.”

“I want everyone to act normal! Remember, we can't give it away!” hollered a man, striding down the halls, the staff of every room standing outside their doors. They all nodded, turning to their rooms and going back to grading and other work. The principal ran a hand through his receding hair nervously, then walked towards the front door. Someone caught his arm, turning him around. “There's been a shooting!”
“What!?”
“Same guy! In the gym where the students were!”
“Were?”
“They all left. Someone was shot though!”
“Who?”
“They said it was Katara.” the woman's brow furrowed, “Why would he shoot a blind girl?”
“I don't know..where is she?”
“Samuel took her in his truck.”
“Where!?”
“I don't know!”
“Damn..if he goes to the hospital..!”
“He won't, he's a smart kid. He knows we can't ever do that!”
“Hello?” another woman's voice. Wonderful..they were here already.
“Don't tell anyone. Go find her and make sure she's alright.”
She nodded, turning and running down the hall. He turned, sighing, walking down the hall an to the waiting reporter. She smiled politely. “Hello, you must be-”
“Linken. Yes, and you are?” he stuck out his hand. She took it, “You can call me Jess.”
He nodded pulling away from her hand. “What is it you'd like to know?”
“Well, I'm going to ask you a few questions on the security of this school, the location, about the killer, and about the girl who survived.”
“Alex.”
She nodded, “Right. And I'd like to ask about what you teach here.”
He kept himself calm, cocking an eyebrow. “We teach just like all the other schools.”
“Yes, but you get the highest grade in the state, and people move closer just to go to your school, Mr. Linken. And we've noticed that you decline a lot of people from entering, while you accept plenty of others.”
Linken nodded slowly, “So?”
“Well, there's been gang members that enter your school, while perfect A students get declined.”
He shrugged, “We have a different interest in helping certain people instead of others. Sammuel needed to be helped. And he's a great student now. He's no longer part of the gang.”
Jess sighed, nodding. “Well, alright. We're going to set up. We'll call you when we're ready.”
“Alright. Thank you.” he turned and walked down the hall, his hand twitching. He made sure he kept control of his powers, bitting his tongue.

“He's acting weird.” Jeff said, starting to set up his equipment. Jess merely shrugged, “He's never been interviewed. In fact, no reporter has been in this school since it's opening.”
“Right..nearly like, what? Thousand years ago?”
She looked at him, cocking an eyebrow. He grinned sheepishly, “What?”
“It's been here since 1993.”
“So..It's 2020 now.”
“Do the math.” she said in a bored tone.
“27 years? It hasn't been around for that long.”
“Yeah.” she sat down, leaning her back against the wall. “Something isn't right here.”
“I know.” he grinned, “I think we should take a look around with the camera.”
Her face lit up. Finally, he got a reaction from her. She smiled, “C'mon, let's look around. We'll probably find some dead bodies or something.” she winked at him, getting up as he positioned the camera on his shoulder, turning it on as she walked down the hall, entering an empty room.
“Hey..dude..look at this.” Jeff said, opening a closet. She turned, looking inside. Robots..ten robots, holding guns were hung up by a small hook on their back. She gasped, staring at them. Their heads were loose, looking down at the ground, the entire being limp. One hand was firmly locked around a gun, their silver skin shinning as light hit them. Crimson stains were across their chests.
“What is this!?”
“I have no idea..let's look around the desk.” Jeff turned, walking towards the desk and opening it. Inside held a small pistol, along with throwing daggers. His face paled, “Oh my God.”
“They're freaking murders!”
“Look!” he pulled out a small binder, reading: lessons. He opened it, pictures of fighting kids doing extraordinary things inside. There was a girl with a sash over her eyes, ducking under a swing of a knife from another student. A few pictures held teenagers flipping over one of the machines that now hung in the closet. He turned the page.
Week one: how to doge a bullet
Week two: fighting fist vs. knife
Week three: fist vs. bullet
He stared at Jess, who continued reading in horror. “Oh my God..it's like some-”
“Training facility?”
They both whirled around, facing the principal. He sighed, shaking his head. “This is why humans can't be allowed inside.” he took a step towards them.